A Second Chance
by jackattack7
Summary: When an accident occurs to one of the Pevensie children, Aslan brings them to Narnia and gives a choice; stay in Narnia, or go with him to his country. One-shot for now may change, rating also subject to change. DISCLAIMER: Characters, places, background story doesn't belong to me!


Susan let her eyes peek open to glance at her alarm clock for the time. When she went to turn onto her side, she was surprised to feel the scratch of sand against the bare skin on her arms. Popping her eyes all the way open she glanced around her surroundings. Her room was gone and she found herself staring at the walls of a dark, damp, cave. She lay on the ground near the back. Looking towards the entrance, she saw the ocean waves crashing loudly against the shore. The sky was covered in dark clouds that growled out thunder and flashed lightning. Rain drops were being thrown to the earth, causing the sand to turn muddy and creating several puddles scattered around it.

_"Where am I? And how did I get even get here?"_ she asked herself. She stood up slowly, but was surprised when she felt the wet sand beneath her toes. She looked down and found that her shoes and tights were gone and she was left in only her blue party dress. Moving towards the front of the cave, Susan looked around for anything familiar. Then, as a crack of lightning lit up the sky, she saw, perched on the cliffs, the large, magnificent palace of Cair Paravel.

_"No, this is impossible,"_ she told herself. _"Aslan said-"_

"Hello Susan."

Susan turned around to find The Great Lion himself standing in the cave.

"Aslan," she said in awe as she threw her arms around his neck.

"Welcome back, Queen Susan," he said with a gentle smile.

"Thank you. But I don't understand. You said I could never come back," Susan expressed her confusion.

"What do you remember before you woke up Susan?" he asked.

"Well," she paused as she tried to think back to before she went to sleep. "I was at that ladies social party with mum. She left early after I insisted on walking." Susan had lately discovered that walking was the one way for her to be alone with her thoughts. And she had plenty of them these days. Ever since she had received Lucy's letter about her, Edmund, and Eustace's recent journey to Narnia, she had found herself feeling more depressed. Though she knew that she lived in the real world and not the wonderful kingdom of her childhood adventures, Susan couldn't help but yearn to return. It had hurt when Aslan told her and Peter they no longer needed Narnia. What hurt even more was leaving behind someone that promised her an entirely different future than what she had planned for herself, yet one she realized she wanted more than anything. But she tried her best not to think of him.

"And while you were walking home? Do you remember what happened?" Aslan continued.

Susan pulled from her thoughts and focused all her brain power and remembering what had happened.

She had left the hotel where the party had taken place and began walking back towards the new home she and her parents now lived in. It was a quiet spring night, with the moon shining bright and she could hear the soft rustling of the breeze in the trees. The streets were rather empty so Susan stopped and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to lose shut off all thoughts running through her mind. A loud sound, though her memory couldn't distinguish what it was, pulled her from her thoughts and she whipped her head around in time to see 2 large brights ramming into her. Her body hit the cool pavement hard and she felt the world fading in front of her as her body was pulled away. Then everything went black.

Gasping in shock, Susan realized what had happened. "I was in an accident, wasn't I?"

"Yes, Susan," Aslan said sadly. "Unfortunately, help did not arrive soon enough. You no longer exist in your world."

"But why am I here? Shouldn't I be in heaven or something? Shouldn't I be with you in your country?"

"You now have a choice, my dear. You can, if you wish it, come with me to my country. But there is another path I think you should consider." Aslan paused as he walked towards the mouth of the cave. Susan followed him and her eyes naturally drifted towards Cair Paravel. "Your last visit did not go quite as I had expected. You formed a bond with someone; someone who had to stay and rule Narnia in the stead of you and your siblings."

"Yes, I know," Susan sighed in sadness.

"I understand, child. You and King Caspian share a bond of love that was not anticipated, but that does not take away from the beauty and truth of it. Just has you have been grieving for him, so has he for you," Aslan explained. "He rebuilt Cair Paravel as a memorial to your family. But in his heart, his saw it as his silent pledge of love for you."

Susan continued to stare at the castle in amazement. _"Caspian did all this...for me?" _

"Now you must decide. Will you come with me, or do you wish to live out the rest of your life in Narnia? You must understand of course, that your siblings will remain in their world, a world which you may never return to. If you decide to stay in Narnia, it will be your new home."

"It was always my true home," Susan said with a smile.

Aslan answered with one of his own. "Yes, I know. That is partially why I am giving you this choice Susan. You are young, brilliant, and talented. You could do so much more with your life, if you choose to continue living it."

Susan sighed. The choice seemed obvious, but doubts still lingered in her mind. "Must I choose now?"

The Great Lion shook his head. "Of course not," he smiled. "I know you too well, Susan. You would not make such a large decision without weighing each option thoroughly. I shall give you time to explore your feelings and thoughts. I shall return in three days. You can give me your choice then."

"Thank you, Aslan," she grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

As she released her hold, Aslan nodded in the direction of the palace. "Go, he is waiting for you."

Susan took a few steps out of the cave, feeling the rain begin to sink into her skin. Thought the weather made the world seem dark and depressing, Susan couldn't remember being happier. As she gazed back up at the castle, and thought of the King that now lived there, she felt her nerves set in. "Aslan?" she turned to ask the lion to accompany her. But the Great Lion was gone, and the cave stood empty.

The Gentle Queen turned back towards the beach and began her walk up the cliffs toward the wood surrounding Cair Paravel.

* * *

It was early evening in Narnia. A single cloaked figure exited the main gates to Cair Paravel, pulled up his hood and began walking towards the large village that laid more inland from the palace on the cliffs. Captain Drinian had just finished his final meeting for the day with the King and was headed home to join his family for supper. Having just returned from the quest, King Caspian had wanted to ensure that the crew had received proper payment and that the Dawn Treader was repaired as soon as possible. Drinian appreciated the King's thoroughness; it was one of the many traits that caused him to respect the New King.

As he walked along the edge of the woods towards his home, Drinian's eye was drawn to a movement in the trees. Stopping, he placed his hand on his sword; should the need to use it arise, he would be ready. He focused his gaze through the pouring rain and noticed a figure stumbling through the trees. He got in a ready stance and began to pull the blade from it's sheath. Soon the figure became more visible and the captain froze in surprise. Stumbling towards him was a young woman, barefoot and drenched from the rain. Her clothing was soaked and looked rather strange. The only place that Drinian could recall seeing something similar was when they pulled Queen Lucy out of the sea.

"Queen Lucy?" he asked, wondering how the young monarch had returned. Caspian had said Aslan had sent her, her brother, and their cousin back to their world.

"Not quite," the young woman answered with a smile. "How do you know my sister?"

"Queen Susan," Drinian realized as he dropped to his knee before the monarch. "I'm Drinian, Captain of the Dawn Treader. I met your sister and brother on our last voyage."

"It is an honor to meet you, captain. My siblings and cousin spoke highly of you in their letters," she smiled down softly at them.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. If it's not rude to ask, what are you doing in Narnia? We were under the impression that the Kings and Queens of Old could no longer return," he questioned as he rose to meet her face. He could easily see the resemblance between her and her sister, though this Queen was obviously much older and taller with darker hair and blue eyes that currently sparkled with excitement.

"It's a long story," she laughed. "But I was wondering if you could help me get into the castle. I'd rather my arrival not be announced right away. And I would prefer to change into something dry and more suitable before I see the King." Drinian noticed her cheeks blush slightly as she mentioned the King. He had heard the rumors of the attachment between the two.

"I'm glad to be of assistance, Your Highness," he nodded. "In fact, my niece serves as a maid to His Majesty. I can take you around to the servant's entrance and she can help you to find something more suitable."

"Thank you," she nodded her thanks as she fell into step next to the captain as they walked back towards the palace. He quickly removed his cloak and placed it around the Queen. Not only would it give her a chance to dry, but it would keep her identity hidden as they passed through the palace grounds. The guards were bound to recognize her and go spreading rumors around the Kingdom.

When they reached the back entrance, he took her into the kitchen where he found his niece enjoying her evening meal with the other servants.

"Uncle?" a young girl in simple brown dress with her long blonde hair in a single braid stood up and walked over the the captain and the cloaked figure. "What are you doing here?"

"Come with me, there is a special task that I need your help with," he told her as he lead the two young woman out into the empty hallway, away from nosy eavesdroppers.

"This is my niece, Lena," he introduced the young girl to the disguised monarch. "She can help you."

"Help with what?" the curious girl asked.

"You must keep this to yourself," Drinian warned her. "Queen Susan has returned to Narnia. For now, she needs your help getting to her room and changing into some dry clothes."

Lena's eyes, widened in surprise. "Queen Susan?" She turned towards the cloaked figure to see the face of the Gentle Queen peeking out from underneath the hood as she smiled at the young girl.

"I know it makes little sense," The Queen addressed her. "But for now, it is vital that my arrival remain a secret. Can I trust you to help me?"

"Of course, Your Majesty," Lena answered with a deep bow. "This way. I'll show you to your room."

"Thank you, Lena," Drinian told his niece. Then he turned towards the Queen. "I'll make sure that the King is informed that he has an important visitor. What would you like me to say?"

The Queen seemed to pause as she pondered a suitable reply. "Just tell him that there is a messenger from Aslan who brings news of the Kings and Queens of Old."

"Shall I tell him you'll meet him in the Room of the Four Thrones?"

Queen Susan nodded, "Yes, that sounds perfect." She then removed his heavy cloak, knowing he would need protection from the storm on his way home.

"Then I shall see to it at once, my lady." He bowed as he accepted the article and made his way toward the main part of the castle where Caspian's study was and he currently was meeting with different important figures. The two girls he left to make their way upstairs to the special rooms that had been set aside in honor of the monarchs from the Golden Age. As he approached the study, he found Glenstorm vigilantly guarding the door.

"Captain," the centaur nodded in greeting. "I thought you had returned home for the evening."

"I did, but then I stumbled upon an important visitor," he smiled as he relayed the Queen's message to passed on to the King.

"I shall inform His Majesty at once," Glenstorm nodded. "When should he expect this guest?"

"Tell him that she shall be waiting for him in the Room of the Four Thrones." Drinian noticed the centaurs confused face. That room was considered very special and was hardly ever used. In answer to the questioning look he was receiving, the captain stated, "It seemed appropriate."

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Shaking from her nerves, Susan slowly peeled off her soggy modern dress and undergarments and passed them over the top of the screen to Lena. After slipping into the pure white under dress, she emerged from behind the panels to be assisted with the rest. Her mind was reeling as various emotions coursed through her. She was happy to be back in Narnia, missing her siblings, excited to see her friends, anxious to see Caspian, and absolutely terrified about his reaction.

"Which gown would you prefer, Your Majesty?" Lena gestured to the many gowns folded in the wardrobe against the wall.

Susan felt stumped. Of course she wanted to look like the Gentle Queen, but at the same time, what she needed right now was comfort. Glancing over her choices, she noticed a plain emerald gown with gold embroidery around her waist line and along the slit on the sleeves. It had been her favorite for riding or spending a day on the archery field. It was fitted and would show off her most recently gained womanly curves, but was at the same time comfortable to move around in with it's split sleeves and loose skirt. Though it was by no means her nicest gown, the material still showed the true height of her station without being overly decorated.

"This one will do fine, Lena," she answered as she pulled it from the closet. Once the dress was in place and her favorite pair of riding boots had been laced up, Susan was still feeling very nervous. In her mind she was trying to form together some structure of a speech to give to Caspian once he saw her. Suddenly, an idea came into her head. "Lena, fetch that long black cloak, please."

The young girl stepped forward and placed the desired garment around Susan's shoulders as the Queen did up the fasten across her collar bone. Turning towards the mirror she shook her damp locks so they fell into waves around her face.

"Thank you, Lena."

"My pleasure, Your Majesty," the girl bowed as she walked towards the door. "Do you need a guide to the Throne Room?"

"No thank you, Lena, I think I remember the way," she smiled in thanks. Giving a final bow, the young maid slipped out the door to return to the kitchens.

Still gazing in the mirror on the wall. Susan took a deep breath as she pulled the hood up and over her head so it covered the majority of her face. Then turning around towards the back wall of her room, she slipped behind the headboard into the secret corridor that lead directly to the Room of the Four Thrones in the palace.

* * *

Caspian had been curious at Glenstorm's announcement of his surprise visitor. Where the New King of Narnia would usually ask more questions as to why his important meetings were being interrupted, he had been contented by the centaur's once piece of information; she brings news from Aslan of the Kings and Queens of Old. Nothing more needed to be said to have Caspian walking as fast as he could down the corridors towards the sacred Room of the Four Thrones. This particular room, along with the 2 bedrooms he had set aside for the Pevensie siblings, remained unused as his silent memorial to his dear friends. Their weapons and gifts from Father Christmas, aside from Peter's sword, laid unused upon the stone chairs that had been rebuilt.

The King entered the room to find it lit only by the two torches framing the door leaving the majority of the room in darkness. This fact wasn't surprising. The dark thunder clouds blocked any sunlight form entering through the windows. On the balcony just outside you could hear the heavy rains pattering against the stone work. While the other rooms were currently filled with candles and torches to provide adequate light; the lack of use of this particular room meant it required less light. What surprised Caspian was the fact that the room was empty. Glenstorm had told him the messenger would be waiting for him in this room.

"Hello?" he called out. "Is anyone there?"

"Good evening, My King."

Caspian jumped at the shaky voice as a cloaked figure emerged from a dark corner. It was clear to him she was a woman by her tone of voice and the hint of womanly curves beneath her cloak. But the hood was drawn far over head, hiding her face from view though he could see a few tendrils of wet, brown hair laying against her neck.

"Welcome. I hear you have news from Aslan. How are the Kings and Queens of Old?" he jumped straight to the matter. Something about this visitor put him on edge. And of course he was anxious for the news.

"As well as can be expected. They miss Narnia of course. King Peter has gone to live with Professor Kirke."

Caspian remembered the man from the teachings of Narnia history he had received from Doctor Cornelius. Not only had he come to Narnia, but it was through the wardrobe in his home that his friends discovered Narnia the first time.

"Edmund the Just and Lucy the Valiant are still living with Eustace and his family. They are getting along much better now."

He waited for her to continue, but she remained silent. "And Queen Susan, what of her?" Of all the siblings, this was the one he was most concerned to hear about.

"I'm sorry," the woman sighed. "Regarding the Gentle Queen, I bring grave news."

Caspian felt panic shoot through him. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Queen Susan went with her parents to America. Unfortunately, Aslan told me that last night she was in a terrible accident. She didn't survive."

"You mean she's..." Caspian couldn't say the word. He felt his blood run cold and his strength leave him as he fell on his knees to the floor. "No," he whispered as silent tears began to splash against the marble floors as they fell from his eyes.

"Do not despair, My King, for there is hope. That is not all of Aslan's message." Caspian looked up as her gentle tones reached his ear. She now stood behind Queen Lucy's throne, running a finger along the dagger there.

"Hope? How so?" he questioned, holding his breath.

"Though she can no longer abide in her world, Aslan has given the Queen a choice." She now stood between Edmund and Peter's thrones, running a hand along each of their arm rests.

"What is it?" the King asked in earnest.

"To either join Aslan in his country, or... to return to live out the rest of her life here, in Narnia." The cloaked figure was now grasping Susan's bow as she stood in front of the Gentle Queen's Throne.

The intake of Caspian's breath echoed through out the hall. He couldn't believe it. Had Aslan really provided a way for them to be together? He had to know.

"What did she decide?"

The cloaked figure set the bow back down and began walking towards Caspian where he had now stood on his feet once more.

"The time for her final decision has not yet come," she explained, stopping only a few feet in front of him. "Aslan shall come here in three days to receive her final decision. For now she is allowed to stay here in Narnia."

"She's already here? Where?" Caspian shot out in surprise. Why hadn't Susan already come to him then? Did she still have feelings for him, as he did for her?

"She was found by a friend in the woods and brought to Cair Paravel. She has agreed to see Your Highness as soon as you answer this question."

"Of course, what is it?" Caspian felt excitement fill every inch of him.

"Do you still care for her?"

"Of course," he stuttered clumsily. "She is my friend-"

"That is not what I meant, My King. She wishes to know if you still love her?"

Caspian wondered why Susan would ask this question. Did she really forget that he would forget about her? She had touched his heart the moment they meant. As their time together continued she had taken it over piece by piece until the time of their parting. By then he knew that she had stolen his heart completely. It was the reason he had remained unmarried, why he hadn't brought Lilliandil back with them on the Dawn Treader, and it was why he spent every night haunted with dreams of what could of been between him and his Queen.

"If you don't mind, my lady, I would rather tell her that myself."

Susan took a deep breath. It had been difficult at first, being in his presence. He had aged a few years and had grown into a man. The defined tones of his muscles could been seen against his trousers. Though he wore both a dark tunic and a loose gray shirt underneath, she could still see glimpses of his toned upper arm and shoulder muscles. The clipped notes of his accent in his voice soothed her heart that had been aching for several years now. And now, as she stood closer, she could smell his spicy aroma over the scent of rain drifting in through the windows. She had observed him closely during their conversation and now felt confident in what his answer would be. Gathering her courage, she raised her hands and pulled the hood back to let it fall against her back.

She noticed his body tense as he took in a breath and froze where he stood.

"Then tell me, my lord," she smiled softly, "if I were to stay here, what would I have to look forward to?"

"Susan," he breathed out slowly. "My love, is it really you?" As he spoke, he took a step towards her and reached out his hand.

"Yes," she grinned as she placed her hand in his. As soon as their skins made contact, both sets of fingers instantly reacted and gripped tightly around the others hand; fearing that they would once again be separated.

Needing more reassurance, Caspian pulled on her arm, causing her to fall forward and into his waiting embrace. One hand wrapped tightly around her waist while the other went to her hair and gently stroked it while her head and hands rested against his chest.

"I thought I had lost you forever," he sighed as happy tears ran down his cheeks. He lifted her face up so they were a breath away from each other and simply gazed into her eyes.

"Not yet," Susan whispered. "And you need never lose me again if you answer my question."

"I never stopped loving you, My Queen," he stated with strength and confidence. "I have spent these last five years alone. The only woman I thought of was you."

Susan closed her eyes in relief and let her head fall forward slightly, her forehead touching his. "I was so worried you had moved on. With the time differences, I had no idea whether or not it was too late."

"It's never too late. Do you know what your decision will be when Aslan returns?" he questioned in earnest. Now that he had her back, he knew he would fight to keep her with him always.

"I think so," she chuckled. "I love you, Caspian. There is no one else I would rather spend the rest of my life with then you. You are the King of my heart."

As soon as she finished, Caspian closed the small distant between them and crashed his lips to hers for a sweet, deep kiss.

When they parted her, she found herself once again in his tight embrace before he lifted her feet off the floor and began spinning them around the room as they filled the room with the sweet sound of their laughter.

"I have no wish to be parted from this day forward," he whispered as he set her down.

"Let's just take one day at a time, my love." Susan smiled at the idea. They really would have the rest of their lives to love each other.

Suddenly the large doors opened as Trumpkin, Glenstorm, and Doctor Cornelius came walking in. The couple parted, but kept their hands holding tightly to each other.

"My Queen," Doctor Cornelius said in awe as the group each fell into a low bow.

"Rise, friends," Caspian stated with a smile. It was the first true smile to grace his face since he had been with his friends on the Dawn Treader.

Susan walked towards them, pulling Caspian behind her. Their hands parted as she moved forward to hug each of her friends.

"Doctor Cornelius," she smiled as she wrapped her arms around the large man.

"It is indeed great to see you again, Your Highness." Then in a whisper he added, "He has not been the same man without you."

"Nor I without him," she said with a smile, but the serious undertone of her words were still detected.

Susan gave a nod, understanding the Doctor's meaning. She moved next to Glenstorm, nodding her head to the centaur leader as he bowed his head.

"It is an honor, Archer Queen."

Susan simply laughed as she moved to her third friend.

"DLF," she smiled, moving forward to hug him tightly.

He accepted it awkwardly, but she noticed a slight smile and blush on his stern face. "Yes, well," he cleared his throat. "It brings me joy to see you again my Queen."

"Same for me," Caspian spoke from behind her. As she glanced back at the King, Susan couldn't help but smile brightly. He looked at her like she was the only one in the room, like he could be content to look at only her for the rest of his life. Stepping forward, he snatched her hand into his once more and raised her knuckles to his lips where he placed a gentle kiss.

"What brings you back to Narnia, my lady?" the Doctor asked.

"It's a long story," Susan sighed with a bittersweet smile as she turned back to her friends.

"But the good news is, that Aslan has allowed her to live out the rest of her life, here, in Narnia, with us," Caspian smiled brightly. Though he had said the word "us," Susan knew what he wanted to say was "me."

"Is this true?" Trumpkin asked anxiously.

Susan nodded her head excitedly, still gazing at Caspian's face. "It most certainly is."

The three friends quickly left to spread the word of Queen Susan's return, as well as announce the feast that would be held in three days when Aslan came to hear her final decision. The two monarchs were left alone once again in the large throne room. They moved closer into each others embraces, continuing to gaze into the pair of eyes in front of them. Finally, Caspian broke the silence.

"I have dreamed of this moment for over four years."

Susan smiled sadly. Her heart ached for the time they had spent apart. But at the same time, she felt flattered and overjoyed at his devotion to her. "There was not one night where I did not think of you," she told him. "I tried to move on, but my heart wouldn't let me. So I tried my best to convince myself that this place, that you were simply part of my imagination. However, my heart wouldn't be fooled by what my brain kept trying to tell it. I think somewhere, deep down, I knew that I was waiting for this moment."

"And it has finally come," he breathed out, smiling from ear to ear. He then leaned down and captured her lips with his. Susan sighed softly at the thrill of his lips moving with hers. The feeling of her breath on his mouth caused Caspian to let out a low groan and the kiss quickly turned passionate.

Needing to breath, Susan pulled back and moved her head once again to lay on his chest. There, completely caught up in the moment of being in his arms once more, she couldn't help the tears that began to fall down her face.

Caspian felt the wetness fall to his shift and pulled back as his hands moved to wipe away her tears. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, In fact, everything that has happened has made me perfectly happy. It's just..." Susan let her voice drift off. She had only one concern, but she didn't want to dampen the mood of their reunion. She walked away from his embrace towards the opening to one of the balconies.

"You wish your siblings were here as well," Caspian guessed as he came up behind her.

Not really surprised that he had figured it out, Susan nodded her head as she turned her head to the side to look up at him. "It is the one disappointment I have. However, my only other option is to go with Aslan to his country. I would still be separated from them there, but even worse, I would still be separated from you."

"Then, you will stay with me?" Caspian asked, holding her gaze with his.

"Well," Susan smiled teasingly, "you still haven't told me what I would have to look forward to?"

"Hmm.." Caspian thought as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his firm chest. "We would spend every day together, with you ruling by my side as my Queen. And some day soon, we will be surrounded by our children."

"Not too soon I hope," Susan chuckled.

"Well, I should warn you that I am expecting a very large family," Caspian laughed as he moved to place a kiss on the side of her neck, drawing a soft sigh from her lips.

"I suppose we would have to marry first," Susan hinted. It felt like the natural course for them to take now, yet the subject haven't even been mentioned yet.

"Naturally," Caspian growled out as he continued to kiss down her neck.

"Well, I haven't exactly heard the question yet, my lord," she smiled.

Turning serious now, Caspian withdrew his attention to her neck and walked to her side. Susan turned pressing her back against a pillar and looked up at him as their hands naturally found their way into each others grasps.

"I didn't want to rush. I wanted to be sure, that you had decided, Susan; that you knew what you wanted," he explained, looking nervous as he looked down at their entwined fingers.

"Caspian," she called, drawing his attention back up to her face. "True, it may be fast. But I think when you consider that time we have spent apart, yearning for each other, it only proves that we are ready for this. Besides," she added, "if I can't spend my life here with you, then I may as well go with Aslan when he comes."

Caspian cringed at the idea of her leaving him again. Shaking it off, he looked into her eyes as he slid onto one knee. "Well, then. My dear Susan, will you spend the rest of your life by my side as my Queen, the mother of my children, and most importantly as my wife? Will you do the me honor of marrying me?"

"Yes! Absolutely, yes!" Susan called out. As Caspian regained his feet she threw her arms around his neck and pulled his face to hers as she kissed him long and hard.

"We'll announce it at the feast for Aslan?" Caspian asked.

"Sounds perfect," Susan agreed.

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**Hey there! I have been working on another story for a while but this idea was so stuck in my head and I couldn't shake it so I decided to write it down. Now... do I leave it as it is or continue with the plot line that is beginning to brew. Review and we'll see what the general consensus is :)**


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